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Ode to Emma and Elegy for Youth

May 1, 2018

My youth? I hear it mostly

In the bells of her springtime giggles

I smell it mostly

In the sun-soaked sky and

Stepped-on skunkweed

I taste it mostly

In the summertime dust mote



I feel it mostly

In the time-ravaged skin

Of tire-swing trees

I see it mostly

In the luminous aqua



Of my sister’s first



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